Ethan Ji sat in the driver's seat, watching the black iron door in front of him slowly open towards him, but he did not move.
The door was dark and solemn, and one could see that it had been carefully maintained by servants.
This is the Ji family, even the iron gate needs to be taken good care of.
"Mr. Ji." The butler who I had met at the suburban villa was standing at the door. Seeing that the car had not moved, he came forward and said, "Mr. Ji? I'll take you to the garage."
Ethan Ji looked away and hummed. Indeed, without the housekeeper leading the way, he really didn't know where the garage was.
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